The car fell silent for two seconds.
Qingxiao drew his leg back, looked at the mud on his trouser leg, then at the distinct footprint-shaped hole in the floor of the car. A vein throbbed at his temple.
Satoru Gojo slowly lowered his hand. His sunglasses slipped down a little, and his exposed blue eyes darted left and right as he first tried to salvage his dignity:
"See! I told you I could keep it steady! If it hadn't been for that Blue, we'd have gone flying-"
Before he finished, the car door was pulled open from outside.
Qingxiao stood outside the car, his face expressionless, and walked toward the driver's seat at an unhurried pace.
Satoru Gojo peered out, clinging to the window, and instantly panicked. He shrank back into his seat and raised a hand, shouting:
"Stop! What are you doing? I'm warning you-don't come any closer!"
Despite saying that, he still deactivated Limitless.
Qingxiao ignored him completely, reached in, and hauled him out of the driver's seat.
Satoru Gojo tried to struggle, but Qingxiao caught his wrist and twisted it, using the leverage to bend forward and thrust his hips back. In one fluid sequence, he delivered a solid shoulder throw.
With a thud, Satoru Gojo landed on the grass, seeing stars.
"Still talking about Blue? Keeping it steady?" Qingxiao crouched and smacked his arm. "That's for letting you drive! For letting you practice!"
"It was an accident! A total accident!"
Satoru Gojo rolled on the grass with his arms over his head, yelping:
"If a cat hadn't darted out at the bend-ow! Not the face!"
Qingxiao hadn't really used any force. After half a minute of roughhousing, he straightened and nudged Gojo's shoe with his foot, a trace of helpless exasperation in his eyes:
"Get up.